They Call Me Princess

Chapter Six: Stitch

The blonde man pulled some gauze out of the first aid before grabbing my foot and unceremoniously lifting my dress out of the way. I let out a huff of irritation as I fixed the wrinkled, silky fabric. As I rubbed my hands over it to smooth it out I remembered the soft feeling of my blankets as a child- but I needed to forget those times and everything that tied me to it.

"You said something about feeding your cat?" He spoke after a long and awkward silence. 

"Yeah, Stitch doesn't like it when I leave him alone all day..." I thought back to one of the first days that I owned him...

I had just finished work when I was offered to go out for a drink, normally I would decline, but with my boss offering me a ride to and from the bar how could I refuse?

I didn't drink much, only a couple of shots of vodka. I had work the next day after all.  After a couple of hours, it was late and I was tired. I watched irritated as Mr. Leroy flirted with the fourth guy that night.

"So then she-" I cut him off in the middle of his already failing pick-up line by grabbing his shoulder and dragging him out of the scarcely populated building and onto the night street. Neon lights reflected off of the puddles of rain from earlier that day, too bad I walked right through it ruining the perfect reflection.

"Jeez! I almost had that one, Isabelle! I was so close!" He cried out dramatically as his arms went flying around himself.

"No you didn't, and I want to go home. It's late and I'm tired." He ignored my pointed look and pulled out his car keys.

"Fine. But I won't let you drag me out next time." I rolled my eyes at him and opened the newly unlocked car door. The car ride home was filled with the sound of his tone-deaf singing and random conversations about random stuff at work.

"Thanks for the ride boss," I called out once I exited the car in front of my apartment complex.

"Any time Izzy."

"Don't ever call me that again."

He drove off with a loud laugh, soon followed by his blaring radio. I rolled my eyes with a small smile. I quietly walked up two flights of stairs, not wanting to hear complaints from random people I otherwise don't know exist. I soon stood in front of my door and pulled out my keys. As soon as I opened the door I dropped my keys and bag at the sight in front of me.

Stitch lay on his back playing with some stuffing that had come out of one of the pillows on the couch.

He had not only destroyed my pillows, but also the curtains that had tears from where his claws had been. I let out a sigh as I picked up my stuff. I entered the apartment and closed the door not even bothering to pick up the mess.

I picked up the still small kitten and walked into my room.

"Note to self: Never come home late again."

"Hm, sounds like a cat with personality." I simply nodded with a smile on my face from the memory.

"Let me know if this is too tight." He began to pull it and sloppily tied a knot.

"I would, but I can't feel any circulation in my foot." True to my word, my foot began to turn a blueish purple color.

Without any hesitation, he unwrapped it and began to try again. "Sorry, I usually don't have to deal with any injuries."

I chuckled quietly at how ironic this was. A Prince taking care of a commoner's wounds, not the other way around.

"Miss Richards?" The driver suddenly spoke from the front seat reminding me that he was even there.